It is the summer solstice where high magic runs rampant on the longest day of the year. The veil is thin, and a grand moot has been called to celebrate. Unfortunately, not all will be howing in happiness this year. Signs of the Lostborne have been seen, and it is whispered that with it comes the end of Garou kind.
It is the summer solstice where high magic runs rampant on the longest day of the year. The veil is thin, and a grand moot has been called to celebrate. Unfortunately, not all will be howing in happiness this year. Signs of the Lostborne have been seen, and it is whispered that with it comes the end of Garou kind.
One again the Wyrm has raised its tainted head on the horizon of St. Louis, Missouri, trying to sing it's claws into the land once known as Times Beach. Battle brews and all are called to the Caern of the Many Clans to serve. Will you serve with them? Will you answer the call?
One again the Wyrm has raised its tainted head on the horizon of St. Louis, Missouri, trying to sing it's claws into the land once known as Times Beach. Battle brews and all are called to the Caern of the Many Clans to serve. Will you serve with them? Will you answer the call?